Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 84676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 423(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 282(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 423(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 282(@300wpm)
I moan as his fingers circle my clit. I can feel him pressing hard into my ass and I just want him inside of me. “Leo, please,” I say.
“You have such beautiful manners,” he says, with a twist of his hips. “But you don’t get to decide when you touch me, when I touch you, when I slide inside you.” His teeth graze my neck and I whimper. I can’t help it. I’m so overcome with need for him. I circle my hips against his hand, wanting more, trying to steal sensations from his fingers.
With his free hand, he forces my leggings and underwear down. His erection sits against my ass. Hard. Hot. Pulsing. My body shivers with relief. It will happen soon. Soon, soon, a voice inside me chants.
“You feel how hard I am for you?” he whispers in my ear. “What are you doing to me?”
He strips off the rest of my leggings and his joggers so we’re both naked. He sits up and guides me to straddle him. His cock is pointing at the ceiling and he rolls on a condom before guiding it to my entrance.
I don’t know if I can do this. I don’t know if I have the strength to move when he’s inside me.
Slowly, I sit and he slides in, stretching me out, filling me deep. My heart is pounding out of my chest and I’m breathless.
I can’t move. I’m too full. Right on the edge of a cliff.
His fingers find my nipples again and that’s all it takes. I drop my head back as my orgasm spirals through me like it’s the first time I’ve ever come. My legs begin to tremble and my back arches. Leo groans as I come.
“Fuck, Jules. You’re so gorgeous.”
I take a couple of deep breaths as I float back down to earth. He cups my face with his hand and I lean forward, our foreheads touching. “I’m sorry,” I reply. “I don’t usually… This isn’t normal for me.”
“Don’t apologize for coming,” he says. “Don’t apologize. You’re not broken. You haven’t done anything wrong.”
We haven’t moved, but I can still feel him deep inside me. Even though I only just came, I start to shift, moving my hips back and forth in tiny movements.
“Don’t fucking apologize for being so turned on you lose control. You’re safe with me.”
My movements become bigger, faster, and he grips my hips, slowing me down. “We’re in no rush,” he says. “We’re going to fuck all day. There’s no race to the finish line.”
I whimper as he pulls me down firmly, and I bite my bottom lip, reveling in the hardness of him inside me. I don’t know if it’s the feel of him, the idea that he’s going to fuck me all day or that he wants to take his time, but I’m ready for him again. Maybe it’s all of it.
He lifts me up slightly and pulls me down again, bigger movements now but all at his pace. All the way he wants it—but it’s also the way I want it. He knows what I need.
I press my hands against his chest and our bodies move like they’re engineered to work together, his cock pistoning in and out, my hips rocking. Our eyes are locked like we can read each other’s minds.
Then all of a sudden, he grips my hips and forces me back and away from him, leaving me empty.
“Fuck,” he says, his head rolling back onto the sofa. “I’m so close.”
“So quickly?” I arch an eyebrow. “It’s like we’re kids.” I trail a finger down his breastbone and then down the base of his cock. “I like it,” I say.
He chuckles. “You do?”
“I mean, it’s not like I didn’t come first. It’s not like I’m not going to come a second time with you.”
I kneel up and press him to my entrance.
I moan as he fills me up, like it’s the first time I’ve ever had him inside me. I start to rock my hips and his expression urges me on. My fingers dip to my clit and he glances down, groaning.
A buzz starts in my fingers and soon covers my body. I’m vibrating for him, with him, on him. I grab at his shoulders, wanting to pull him closer as he pushes up harder, deeper. We both explode at the same time, clasped together, our orgasms thundering through us as if we’re sharing one huge climax.
TWENTY-ONE
Leo
Monday nights are sacrosanct, spent chewing the fat with my best friends. It’s a night dedicated to the five people I trust with my life and who trust me with theirs. As my success has grown, I’ve realized how important my inner circle truly is. I’m friendly with a lot of people, but friends with just a few.
This Monday, everyone’s meeting at my place. Often we’re out at a bar or a restaurant, but when someone’s got something private they want to discuss, we congregate at one of our apartments. This week, Worth suggested we gather at my place so they can all meet Jules in a low-key way before the awards. He rightly pointed out that introducing my fiancée to my best friends that night would be suspicious.